Rebirth without Regrets

Chapter 395 Death (3)

At this time, Leng Binghan only felt that his whole body was full of strength, and he seemed to have a kingly aura that was as proud and powerful as arrogance. Everything around him seemed to be integrated with him, and in the dancing wind, a dense indifference overflowed.

The scene is like a god descending from the sky, arrogant and conquering all things, and looking down upon all living beings, making all viewers feel the utmost respect.

This power boiled over in the body, and then violently penetrated out. With Leng Binghan's body as the center, it swept through the violent impulse waves that were raging in the barrier, and disappeared without a trace in an instant, as if everything

It was as if it had never happened before, except for the messy and horrific scene after the brutal destruction.

Leng Binghan stood proudly, his eyes shining brightly, but his hair was messed up, and his straight white suit turned into a tattered white suit. Especially the traces of blood on his face condensed into an eternity.

His sadness made him look even more miserable. His face was too pale, with a hint of sickness, and there was no smile on his handsome face.

But the black robe on the God of Death was shattered without a trace in the shock wave, revealing the body that had been hidden under the robe for a long time. Astonishingly, this body turned out to be in an extremely weird void state, as if it were the boundless universe, except for

Apart from the faint outline of the human figure and the two faintly shining eyes, there is no trace of human beings. Everywhere his eyes go, it seems that they are frozen by his indifference coming from the nine abyss of hell.

frozen.

With such a terrifying and strange image, no wonder he wears a black robe as his companion all day long and is forbidden to see the world.

Rao Leng Binghan himself was reborn from the underworld and had seen some incredible things. But now that he saw the God of Death like this, he couldn't help but be dumbfounded and surprised.

Jiang Hong and Kai Dongzao were completely dumbfounded.

"Is this a human or a ghost?" Kai Dong was shocked. The muscles on his face were twisted strangely, revealing an expression of disbelief. His face turned pale sharply, and his body trembled like a candle in the wind.

.And Jiang Hong also had an earthy complexion, and couldn't help but feel as cold as falling into hell.

The Seventh Bureau of National Security has indeed solved all kinds of incredible incidents that ordinary people cannot imagine, but this is the first time they have seen such a terrifying image that almost gives people nightmares, and the shock it brings to them is really indescribable.

The void-like God of Death suddenly sneered coldly, like a haunting ghost cry in the middle of the night: "Jie Jie, I am neither a human nor a ghost, but a messenger from hell, the God of Death who rules your death, Jie Jie. You guys.

You should be honored to die in my hands!" After saying that, the God of Death was instantly enveloped in a terrible black air, and he chanted lifelessly. I don't know what he said, but along with these voices, an evil force came out.

Strange sound waves surged out from the overwhelming black air, shrouding Leng Binghan.

But there was a howl of ghosts crying and wolves howling. In that moment, the wind was miserable, the black fog was thick, and a distant and terrifying sound slowly came.

Leng Binghan's head suddenly sank. Immediately, he felt as if thousands of sharp needles were piercing into his brain, and the pain was excruciating. It was also like a sharp saw, frustrate every nerve in his body, making him deeply understand the meaning of survival.

The pain and sorrow of the world made him give up his desire to resist and survive. It was as if there were countless evil spirits in pain and crying miserably beside his ears. He cried so hard that his heart seemed to beat out of his heart.

Leng Binghan remained motionless, standing on the spot, like a stone sculpture, but at this moment, the muscles on his face could not help but begin to twitch.

"Push——" In just a few seconds, Leng Binghan felt that his blood vessels expanded rapidly, his face turned red, and he felt that his whole body was about to be frozen by a coldness, and he felt as if his whole body was being torn apart.

The pain is unbearable when broken.

In just two or three seconds, the heart-wrenching tragic feeling seemed as long and desperate as two or three years. Suddenly, Leng Binghan, who was about to be killed, almost fell into a dying state. Suddenly, a mouthful of hot blood spurted out,

But it refreshed his spirit, gritted his teeth, tried his best to calm down, and used his incomparable mental strength to fight against the enemy!

"Jie Jie, it's useless!" The gloomy voice of the God of Death came out through the thick black air, and it seemed very ethereal: "No one has ever been able to save his life under my 'call of the God of Death'.

Jie Jie!”

Leng Binghan suddenly smiled, revealing a calm demeanor on his body - this was a kind of self-confidence, an aura of victory in every battle, and the more he fought, the stronger he became.

At the same time, the spiritual energy throughout the body began to circulate rapidly, and with each circulation, thousands of white and cool breaths were emitted. Immediately, Leng Binghan's violently beating heart calmed down like a baby meeting its mother, and his flushed face gradually recovered.

I felt calm and the severe pain in my chest immediately eased a lot.

I don’t know how long it took, but in the midst of such a terrifying sound, the cold calmness, in the extremely difficult situation, increased bit by bit, and finally, there was a sound that was more terrifying than all the shrill cries combined just now.

After many sounds, everything suddenly calmed down, which was in sharp contrast to the screams just now - the sounds around him suddenly disappeared, and Leng Binghan couldn't hear anything. The silence was so extreme that he

For a moment, it felt like I was in a dream, and everything I had just experienced was a nightmare!

The underground base was filled with the icy air brought by the blizzard summoned by Jiang Hong, making it extremely cold. But at this time, Leng Binghan was already covered in sweat, and the cold sweat was still raging on his back, making him

It felt like my back was crawling with cold, strange insects with countless legs.

Slowly, Leng Binghan finally straightened his body and moved his almost stiff body, as if it was a world away. Only at this moment did he remember that he was facing a very terrifying enemy.

"I don't care if you are the God of Death or whatever, but coming to China to cause trouble will be your biggest regret!" Leng Binghan sighed softly and said slowly.

"You are indeed the most powerful opponent I have ever encountered!" The God of Death smiled coldly: "However, the God of Death will always only bring death to people!"

Suddenly, the black energy around the God of Death grew wildly all over the sky, covering the entire space in an instant. For a moment, the sky and the earth were as black as ink, and it was impossible to distinguish five fingers. What was even more terrifying was that the black energy was flying all over the sky, like countless sharp weapons.

It whizzed back and forth like a sharp blade, making this place feel like a ghost. Immediately afterwards, the black energy all over the God of Death suddenly rose up, turning into a huge sickle of death, with a deathly energy that was overwhelming and haunted by ghosts.

For a moment, this terrible scythe seemed to be the legendary scythe brought from hell by the God of Death. It rushed towards Leng Binghan. It was so heartbreaking that no one dared to resist it. Before he even got close, he felt it.

Strong hellish smell.

Vaguely, Leng Binghan was surprised to find that the sickle was actually composed of thousands of evil spirits, with fierce light and resentment, and they were wildly baring their teeth and claws to devour Leng Binghan, as if they had found some delicious food.

Extremely scary.

Leng Binghan's face suddenly became sharp, his eyes were firm, and a strong murderous aura surged out.

"Peng——" A large piece of Xuanyin fire surged out from Leng Binghan's body, covering his whole body in an instant, making him suddenly become a huge burning man, lighting up the bloody underground! Xuanyin

The ghost fire turned into a huge wave, like the magma that had been trapped underground for thousands of years and found a breakthrough. It erupted fiercely, forming huge waves, sweeping away, and immediately enveloped these fierce ghosts and the death shrouded in black air.

in it.

"Chi, chi..."

For a time, the black energy and thousands of evil spirits danced in panic, constantly entangled with the Xuanyin Fire. But as soon as they touched the Xuanyin Fire, they immediately burned and turned into ashes. Countless resentful spirits were also wailing and were wiped out.

The god of death was wrapped in it and burned continuously, and the seemingly powerful sickle dimmed its brilliance. At the same time, a rising white smoke erupted from the black air, struggling painfully in the flames, and the screams became weaker and weaker.

Finally it suddenly exploded.

The God of Death immediately screamed, and the black air in the void instantly turned into nothingness, but a reluctant and angry voice was left in the air: "You are lucky today. But I, the God of Death, will never die, don't be complacent.

I will come to you again, I will! Ah..." The voice was still so gloomy and cold, without a trace of human emotion in it.

Before he finished speaking, "Peng——" a group of purple flames suddenly appeared in the void, burning fiercely.

Leng Binghan slowly walked over and stared at the flame. There was a faint surge of powerful energy inside, as if he could see a soul struggling restlessly in it.

"Haha, no matter you are the God of Death or Satan, if you fall into my hands, there is only one way to die!" Leng Bing coldly smiled, with a cold murderous intention on his proud face, and waved his hand to put away the blazing flames.

In the palm of your hand, squeeze it gently.

"Ah, no -" As the God of Death let out a desperate and shrill scream, the flame suddenly went out on Leng Binghan's palm, emitting a trace of white mist, which seemed to announce the destruction of the God of Death.

After taking care of the God of Death, Leng Binghan couldn't help but feel weak in his legs and feet. He could no longer stand upright. He knelt down on the ground with a "pop" and gasped for breath. The continuous hard fighting this day also caused him to lose a lot of energy.

Now I almost don't have the strength to stand up.

"Ah, Leng Binghan, are you okay?" Jiang Hong seemed to have just reacted at this time. He hurriedly ignored his injured body and tried to run over, but he hit the transparent barrier hard and was bounced away again.

go out.

"I...it's okay!" Leng Binghan struggled to stand up, tried hard to change his outfit, then removed the barrier and staggered out, but his stern face was still proud and unyielding.

Still straight.